Thursday, September 8, 2011

Different...

At the elementary school, where I worked last year, the kids gathered in the halls or cafeteria before school. They had to sit on the floor, keep pretty quiet, stay in one spot.


At the junior high, they get off the bus, out of dad's truck, mom's Jeep, walk from the corner house, and they get to hang outside.


This week I have duty, which means I watch teenagers play. I get the basketball court so I watch mostly boys.


I am amazed how they squeeze several games of football and basketball into such a small space. Junior high is so different. These kids, who just last year could not work together, now cooperate enough to run football the width of the court while basketball goes the length.

My classes are good. I adore my first hour, Pre-AP, and my 7th hour. I love the pace and for some reason, despite how busy we are, I find more time to work one-on-one with a few kids every hour. That is progress.

I miss the team I worked with at the elementary school. We meshed so well. I miss the administrators too. I don't feel appreciated at my new school. But, every day, every single day, some kid lets me know, in some small way, that what I'm doing matters, and that makes all the difference.

2 comments:

Michelle said...

I too have switched positions and am trying to find my place with my "new" coworkers and a different age group. Good luck, and I hope you find your groove.

Teachinfourth said...

New places make us feel out of our element sometimes, don't they. I hope you 'get into the groove' soon (not to quote Madonna or anything there...